When the first rope broke, the suspension bridge tilted sharply to the right.
The servant driving the carriage was so frightened by the scene that he froze, his mind going blank.
The carriage toppled to the right along with the bridge deck, sliding completely off. The horses let out a piercing shriek!
Chen Wangbei, who was in the middle of a fierce battle with mountain bandits, saw this, and he was so horrified his eyes felt like they would split.
"Prince Zhao!!"
His roar could not prevent the tragedy.
The carriage plunged into the river with unstoppable force, sending up a towering splash.
The river was too turbulent. In just a moment, the carriage was swept far away by the current.
By the time Chen Wangbei finished off the bandits and turned back to look for Prince Zhao, he was nowhere in sight.
The entire carriage had vanished, swept away to some unknown location by the river.
Chen Wangbei was on the verge of madness.
